Candice is bloggin'

My sister Candice is pregnant and knew it was time to join the blogging community. She called the reigning blog diva of our house (Kennon) for help getting started. Kennon asked for her username and password so she could talk her through it and was lovin' it! Especially when she said, "Sure, go ahead and make a playlist for me." Kennon added some Amy Grant and Jordin Sparks and called it good but Sunday night Brent found out about it.

Against Kennon's wishes Brent logged in and redid her playlist. I think we may have offended her with some of our choices but believe me they were all random. Except the opera, of course. That was intentional. So if you are a friend of Candice, check it out here.

pressure is on now Candice - so get blogging! And don't forget we know your password!

Red Flags?

Darn, I promised a book report! Well, the Obama book was way too boring for any real reading. So I did a quick skim and found out he didn't even write it. No author at all -just campaign propaganda. CHANGE and all the stuff he will do for us if elected. Well, I 'm not too interested in what politicians SAY. I want to learn more of what he has DONE, and can't wait to see what he is going to DO.

Instead I read/skimmed Scott McClellan's, "Inside the Bush White House and Washington's Culture of Deception". Skimmed because I kept thinking it's time to move on, this guy is done. But it was interesting enough to read a lot of it. It confirmed everything I really believe about this administration. Bush Is a Good Guy (sorry bush haters) who really cares and believes in freedom for all. He felt so passionate about spreading democracy globally that he led us blindly into a war with an insane faith that we could win it. He had really good intentions, but intentions that I don't support.

America has no business going around the world knocking off dictators and enforcing freedom. There are too many bad guys out there for us to take them all on. We can't afford it, it doesn't work, and it isn't right - no matter how good it sounds to spread liberty throughout the middle east. We have been against it from the beginning. Brent, I and . . . Senator Obama. Unlike Hillary.

I've checked out a lot of books this week trying to win the library raffle for a Wegmans gift certificate for Thanksgiving groceries. One ticket in the can for each two books I check out. Pretty good chance winning with 6 patrons in one family. We may have to start going every other day instead of just once a week. And just skim and turn 'em in.

Speaking of skimming- Savannah has been strongly accused of it. For the past two years she has had teachers that adore her. They acknowledge she is a speedboat and that she races through every assignment and every book that you place in front of her, but love her for it and recognize she's special.

I went to her parent teacher conference a few weeks ago planning on hearing the usual raving reviews. Instead I was told repeatedly that she is seeing RED FLAGS. Apparently reading 7 Harry Potter Books in 2 weeks is a very BAD thing, not something to brag about. According to her teacher her reading speed (179 wpm) indicates that she is comprehending very little. I just couldn't even believe we were spending the whole conference talking about red flags. The other red flag was that she prefers to work independently and gets bored in group work. No surprise there. But I wanted to be fair and do a little research so I went straight home and had her take some comprehension tests online.

Now I am seeing red flags -About Myself! My fourth grader scored better than me. After several tests I determined that the child is brilliant. Now I just need to convince her teacher. I have been patient with her because Kennon had her last year and learned a ton with her. But my two girls learn very differently. One of the things that makes me the angriest is that she has assigned her to a certain reading level and won't budge. Savannah read every book in that level in the classroom in the first 2 months and asked to move on to level T. Her teacher tells her, "I don't see how that could be possible. I don't know what to do." Hello, let her move on to the next level!

Or I am taking it to the next level. . . ."Hi, this is Mrs. Casper calling, May I speak to the principal?"

Obamanation

For two days in a row, Camille has come home from school and said the same thing.

"Mom, Obama won." (like I didn't know and she is breaking the sad news to me) I guess it is all the talk of 1st grade.

The last couple days I started and finished "The Obama Nation" by Jerome R. Corsi, PH. D. published sometime during the summer. It's a warning about the '08 candidate and how he is so far left there is NO WAY he could gain a majority in this country and win the election this fall. UNLESS the other side fails to focus on issues and we allow his charisma and personality to float him into office on a wave of Obamamania (those are my clever words but that's exactly what I got out of the book and also exactly what happened.)

And now I'm really sad about our new president elect, . . . but because I know I am way too easily swayed by a good political argument, I got myself down to the library this afternoon and checked out "Change We Can Believe In".
Gotta be fair and hear both sides. That book report will come later.

And I am not so influenced by one side that I don't see the silver lining in the dissapointing election. We now have the greatest inspriration ever for the African American community. How far we have come in a such a short time! I keep thinking of watching Roots as a kid and being so shocked that this was a part of my America. I grew up in a completely nonracist home and honestly didn't even think about the color of one's skin and couldn't understand what the great debate was about. Now living in the city my eyes have been opened. I see there is a great divide and animosity present on both sides of this line. Maybe this will bring the two sides somewhat closer together.

Indian Summer

Here's 8 month old Marcus enjoying his monthly birthday outside in November in 70 plus degree Buffalo! It feels way too good to be true. I talked the kids into yard work with the promise of a really big pile of leaves. The pile was raked under the rope swing and we had an instant hit that lasted for hours yesterday.

And we had all day off to work and play since our school district takes the fall holidays very seriously and school is always canceled for important days like Halloween and Decision 2008, of course. Especially when such a important candidate is on the ballot. We are bursting with Obamaness around here.

Speaking of voting we had wide range of votes cast in this family in the presidential race.
I finally caved to the establishment and decided to vote for McCain, after wasting tons of time wondering if I should go with my husband and the constitution party. As it turns out, I am wondering if his so called "Chuck Baldwin" even exists. He definitely doesn't in the state of NY as he wasn't even a choice on our ballot yesterday. Poor Brent had to settle for Bob Barr in the voting booth.

And here are the results of the local elementary "Kids Vote" the school principal read over the intercom Monday afternoon.

"345 for Barak Obama 130 -John McCain . . . and 3 votes for . . . Chu. . . Charles Baldwin?? "

At least someone was able to take a stand in this family and make their vote count. Good job, girlies! Daddy is proud!

Cabin?

For the last month my husband keeps chattering every weekend about taking us all out to the woods to a little cabin he heard about. Finally this halloween weekend I agreed.

Brent and one of his senior patients had really hit it off. He's the kind of guy that after sitting all morning in Brent's dental chair once said, "So you don't have anyone lined up this afternoon? I'll stay, if you want me to." And then he kept his jaw propped open for 6 hours while Brent practiced on him. So a very nice guy. And this old man had a cabin deep in the woods and and we were all welcome to use it. And it was all stocked up. We only needed to bring: Water, food, and blankets.

He did mention that there was no indoor plumbing, which should've been a red flag that this wasn't anything like Grandpa Casper's cabin at Priest Lake. I was nervous, but I hate to be accused of being unadverturous so I just kept my mouth shut and packed.

When we picked up the key I started to get a little more nervous. His patient mentioned that he hadn't been up in the loft upstairs in a couple years! But for the most part he was very positive and said there was "wall to wall carpeting" upstairs in the loft where we would sleep for the night. He did mention that we might want to take the mattresses outside to shake the flies off of them. Then his wife packed me some cleaning supplies. I thanked her and said it looks we are in for a family adventure. She said, "Yeah, but I'm not sure what kind of adventure that might be."

(Someone truly has a sense of humor. This was the sign just inside the cabin door)

For the 80 mile drive Brent and I for the most part kept our reservations to ourselves. I didn't want to appear to have a bad attitude, and Brent didn't want to voice his worries or we would've never gone. Kennon had already argued hard to stay home. She kept saying "why would I want to go?" "It's going to be dirty, stinky, old, and full of spiders".
Our girls first adventure happened before we even checked out the cabin. The girls were all dying for a bathroom when we pulled in and this was the only choice besides the great outdoors. I was still in the car getting the baby out when Savannah came running back completely disgusted and declared, "I am never going to go in that again!" Whatever, I thought then. I had no idea she would be right.
Meanwhile Brent was having a great time warming up the cabin with a fire in the stove. When I walked in I was shocked. It was tiny, dirty, and looked way more like an old shed than a cabin. It actually reminded me a lot of our shed in our backyard and I certainly had never thought about having a sleepover in that.

The kids hurried up the ladder inside to check out our sleeping quarters in the loft. The loft had been Brent's big selling point. We were going to sleep all together in one big room, watch a movie on the computer and have a great old time. I kept imagining a hay loft but had been assured that there was "wall to wall " carpeting. Here's what greeted me:

Kennon came down after one minute and told me, "There are flies and rollie pollies everywhere!" So I headed upstairs, a huge pit sinking deep into my stomach to check out the wall to wall carpet of flies and rollie pollies. No more than 15 seconds in the loft and Camille and I were screaming our heads off. "A RAT! A RAT!" she hollered out to those downstairs.

It was actually a mouse but it was alive and running around on those rollie pollie mattresses and wall to wall carpeting. Brent ran up with the pan he was going to cook our dinner in to squash it for us. It had run behind some more piles off mattresses on the floor and we couldn't find it. He started talking about finding some mouse traps. But honey, even if we caught this one who knows how many there really are running around in here for maybe the last 2 years and were we actually suppossed to sleep in their habitat?

He was surpisingly very easy to convince that we were not sleeping in this "cabin". We weren't even going to sit around his fire in this "cabin". We were there about 2 more minutes. Long enough to see a huge black spider careening down right over our heads. Talk about haunted houses. Call me a spoiled 21st century girl but this place was definitely not suitable for our family. I kept thinking of pioneers and how happy they would be to come across a free cabin like this in the woods so yeah, I feel guilty to be so spoiled.

But just in case this generous patient of Brent ever finds this blog I am sure that this is a wonderful little cabin for an old hunter. Brent would've just shook out his mattress, set his traps, and cozied up for the night if it weren't for his women.


So, we had some really good laughs at our cabin and ALL THE WAY HOME that evening! We couldn't come up with anything else to do in the country late in the day so we had to call it a night. We did hit Wendy's twice. One frosty each on the way up and one each on the way home. Free Frosty coupons are an awesome supplement to the $2 plan. Thank you Mr. Candy Man. He gave us about 30 of those little orange cards.

Overall the excursion was a huge success in the way of family outings. Sure we didn't get to stay in a nice cabin, we wasted time and energy packing and unpacking our car for nothing, but somehow it still was a heck of a lot of fun. Even Kennon said she was glad she came along and I am still trying to figure that one out. I guess she just likes us.

Dr Casper and his Candy Tax

Back on the farm after driving around to a dozen houses we had enough candy to last for only a couple days. The last two years in the city we have spent every Halloween at a party and did very little trick or treating.

So the kids put their foot down and said this year we are staying home in the hood and trick or treating. I sent them out last night for some "light" trick or treating after I thought that Brent and I had come to an understanding that we would just visit a few close neighbors. I was thinking they would be gone for about 10 minutes. They came home once to dump, and then finally two hours later they came home lugging the loot.

Our hood apparently is the place to be for Halloween. Whole candy bars, juice boxes, bags of chips, quarters, and tons of yummy little candy bars. I think the neighbors were a little surprised how gungho the future dentist is about trick or treating. I overheard him telling the lady next door,

"I'm just doing my best to clean up the neighborhood and get this stuff off the street."

Back home they all gathered for the annual candy trade and the dreaded candy tax. Daddy taxes them 10% every year for his chaperon services. The Dentist is just as addicted as the kids. I just sat there grossed out and panicking about my family's health, and frankly a little sick of Halloween. I need to be careful, because I am starting to sound like the Scrinch around here.

And I might as well just save myself the effort and not cook for two weeks. No one is going to be hungry. Especially Brent who walked up and slipped into his study shack with a grocery bag over half full.

2008 casper costume collection

Star soloist in her Ist Grade Halloween Show, Camille wowed the crowd singing, "My old black cat"

Halloween night I was so, so, so Done. . . . after dressing up kids EVERY DAY THIS WEEK. So all the kids were happy to come up with their own costume suprise. Kennon put on the mini skirt the neighbor gave us that I thought was in the trash and she was an instant Pop Star. Camille glued some colored paper ears on a headband and added a ribbon tail and she was a kitty cat, Caroline scrounged in the halloween box and came out a fairy princess. Savannah brought back last year's favorite vampire costume and insisted on doing her own face paint this time. Marcus just wore his for the picture and then gladly put it away FOREVER!

Two chubby winnie the pooh's - Marcus and Brielle Bennion at the ward party

"MEOW"

Camille was planning on being snow white for school but at the last minute came up with this plan. Meet Junie B. Jones.

Hermione and her friend Hailey the ghost at the school carnival
and Look Grandma Touchet, we are still wearing the Dorothy Gail costume after all these years.

One big mess in the primary room leads to one spooky haunted house. Thanks to all our helpers - the Steenblieks, Shaws, Sowells, and Evans families for creating our bishopric rooms:

"Bernie's Butcher Shop" "House of br. Payne"

"Bishop Kay and the Buffalo Killharmonic Orchestra"

Somehow I missed a picture of the awesome Potions room set up by our ward witch Diana Hopkins! My excuse is I stayed too busy all night searching for my kids in the carnival and popping into the primary room every 2 minutes to harass my husband to stop building the haunted house and start running it or he was going to wake up and find the party over with. We finally started it 45 min. late.

Orphan Annie and Daddy Warbucks

This is the best we could come up with for a little party where costumes were mandatory. I dyed my hair red and Brent shaved himself bald, . . er balder. Oh, and sewed himself a homemade bow tie and cumber bun and rolled up a brown paper bag cigar.

Candy, Costumes and the undoing of the "Scrinch"

What a festive week we are having in honor of one of my least favorite holidays. We have something to dress up for everyday this week with halloween ballet, school parties, trick or treating and ward parties. I didn't say I didn't like it. It just has a low rank in my feelings of holiday love. The following reasons may have something to do with it:

Marcus will pull on his winnie the pooh ears all night screaming that this is cruel and unusual punishment

Caroline eats nothing but candy all week and will be crying anytime she isn't

Camille doesn't know that we own a trash for candy wrappers

Savannah has a different costume planned for every event and half her room is devoted to her costume pile

Kennon excalated the begging for piercing her ears all in the name of a good gypsy costume

My kids have a bad habit of shunning their costumes at the last minute and being super creative, making their mother angry that they won't wear what she bought on clearance last November.
They will be dressing up a total of 5 times in 4 days so they should have ample creative opportunities this week. Savannah has a box of stuff she has collected through out the house and has all 5 costumes ready in there for the week.

Halloween is so-so for Kashann, but I just discovered this year it is tops for Brent. We were asked to be in charge of the Haunted House tonight at the church. Brent is thinking haunted house constantly even in the middle of his midterms the last couple weeks. He has loved planning it and loved spending our money on it. Every night he comes home with something new that we NEED.

If you know my husband you know this is completely not like him. He pretty much believes in not spending money on anything unless it is going to save you money. In Christmas's past I have given him a nickname - "Scrinch". I made it up after deciding that he was the Grinch and Scrooge rolled into one. So I am happy he finally found his passion and hoping that it will roll on through the holidays. Here is the running total:

(I might be a little off on $ because I am not the one actually pulling out the card, but this is close)

$20 black light- $20 strobe light -$30 Fog machine -$20 spiders -$10 Spotlight-$5 on fake blood -$5 fog liquid-$5 cobwebs AND $300 A new fireplace

The last one isn't an actual part of our haunted house but I am including it in haunted house expenses because he only went to the fireplace store to get free empty boxes for his Bat Cave, but then couldn't resist bringing home a full box.

And I am 100% on board with staying warm this winter so I didn't make him take it back.

As far as the other expenses go, I guess we are officially in the ward haunted house business for life. Doesn't pay well, but it's extremely entertaining for Brent and the kids.

she's all that

Concerning our family blog, if you would like to SEE more, yet HEAR LESS . . . Feel free to check out this .

About once a week I hop over to Kennon's blog and am always suprised at my 5th grader's choices of posts. If nothing else it is fun to see how her spelling is coming along. Should I tell her about spell check or just let her keep it real?

And she keeps up with all of your blogs better than I. So let's keep them all G-rated, eh?

And feel free to leave a comment. She is constantly checking and can't understand why she never gets any.

Belly up to the bar, boy

I was finally well enough and brave enough to go back to ballet. The girls get home from ballet class about an hour before I have to leave for my Thursday class, which is crazy. So I asked Brent to pick them up on his way home so I could be getting dinner ready. He readily agreed. He is happy to see how is money is being spent.

He's very serious about these ballet lessons and demands to see their progress on a regular basis . . . which sometimes leads to him getting up and showing us how it ought to be done. He just can't resist. So on Thursday he arrived early and "watched" through the open door.

(I use the word watched very loosely because it is still being debated if that is all he was doing.)

After dinner the man in scrubs showed the ballerina's a few things that they needed to work on. We have a teeny, tiny living room so it's pretty hard to practice your across the floor moves, but we do our best.

So we all watched while the pro (ha) showed us how it is supposed to look,
"two hops then a double hop, with a pointed toe, back straight, head up" . . ya da ya da ya da"

Then we all practiced a bit and before long it was time for me to get into my tights and take off.

An hour later I did this same dance across the floor with my class.

Claire the instructor remarked,

"Hey I saw your husband doing these out in the hall earlier. He's pretty good."

So I came home and told Brent.

He got this really confused look on his face, trying to recall. He couldn't remember actually dancing and can't figure out how she might've have seen him dancing if he doesn't even remember doing it. But it's as I told him, "Like she could even make that up if she wanted to."

We do have a family rate. So Brent just be a man and stop hiding in the halls and . . . belly up to the bar.

note: "Belly up to the bar, boys" is from Unsinkable Molly Brown. It may be called something else? I just remember the song and I can't resist quoting from my favorite musicals.

one more note: I think I am dead meat for this one.

HOT buns

A couple weeks ago on one of our last warm days we barbecued hamburgers on the grill and served them on homemade buns, a favorite recipe from my Grandma Pieper.

I hadn't made this recipe forever. Camille loved those buns and decided she was going to make a couple sandwiches to bring to school the next day. She made one pickle and one PB and J.

That afternoon she told me, "Mom, everyone at school loved my buns. My teacher came over to me and she said,

"Oooh, Camille let me see those buns. I wonder where I could get some buns like that."

"Then everyone else started looking at my buns, and saying Oooh, Camille we love your buns."

Then she paused, thought for a second and said, "Actually, they loved YOUR buns, Mom!"

I was laughing by then and she finally caught on.

Since then I have had a good time teasing her about coming home from school bragging that everyone loves her buns.

Last week I went to parent teacher conferences and found out she didn't make anything up. Ms. Trusello brought up the yummy buns right away. I told her I already knew all about how much she loved my buns.

Grandma Pieper's Famous Buns

For Excellent hamburgers, sloppy joes, or BBQ

(or a pickle sandwich that is the envy of all who see)

3 c. hot water
1/2 c. sugar
1 T. salt
1 1/2 heaping T. yeast
1/4 c. oil
Blend together, then add:
about 6 c. flour (I like to use about 2 wheat flour)
1/4 c. gluten flour (if you have it, I don't)
Beat in mixer or knead for 10 minutes.
Let raise once till double.
Roll out about 1/2 in thick and cut out circles. Raise again.
Bake 375 12-15 min or until golden.

Slice through the middle to serve. These are also great to freeze in baggies for a quick sandwiches.

Grandma Pieper, We love your HOT buns!

Their fame has spread all the way to NY.

Feeling toasty

We saw some snow flurries this morning as the kids were leaving for the bus. So it should be getting pretty cold in here, but all day I just kept thinking how warm our house was staying. It must be the beans I am boiling on the stove, I kept thinking. Then suddenly I realized I was getting hot and that just didn't seem right. And I could still hear the heater running. So I raced over and found our thermostat was now at 95 degrees. Who knows how long it has been cranking out the heat?

Brent is not going to be happy about that.

Caroline admitted to turning it up sometime today, she doesn't remember when. She was running around barefoot in a sundress and was cold. That's what happens when you sit down to blog and ignore the children. Luckily we have a tiny house that heats up quick.

I just turned it down to 65.

Let the freezing begin. It's going to be a long six months before I am warm like this again so right now I am going to sit here feel warm and cozy for the very last time. . .thanks to Caroline.

Never bored in our ward

Fast and Testimony Meeting is a chance for anyone to get up and share their faith and the feelings burning within their souls. But most of the time we keep our "soles" on the ground.

Unless you happened to be in the Buffalo Ward this last testimony meeting. We have a dear sister who loves to preach enthusiastic testimonies about what we should and shouldn't be doing. She became so excited during her testimony, she suddenly whipped off her shoe and began banging it on the pulpit. At this point, our kind bishop got up and whispered something softly in her ear. Not offended she put her shoe back on and finished her testimony. I was in the mother's room unfortunately and missed the whole thing. :( But heard all about it later.

And I got my own experience with this same sister after the meeting when I went up to say Hi. She was still quite excited and wanted to make sure I didn't miss the sermon.

We all need to just "REACH OUT" she spat out, right into my open mouthed smiling face. She didn't notice so I just stood there in a frozen smile, trying not to choke on her saliva while she turned and walked away.

It's been a couple weeks and I didn't catch anything. So apparently nothing harmful was passed mouth to mouth.

Our meetinghouse is a converted office building in downtown. It looks mostly like a LDS meetinghouse, or maybe I have just gotten used to it. It's located across the street from city project housing. I guess a raid of young boys dropped by one time during sacrament meeting and took off with the contents of our ward's coat closet. At least that was the story I was told to explain why our door has a bell.

A couple years ago that was your only way in. Everyone had to push the bell that then rang all over the building, loud and clear in the chapel. So you better not be late or everyone in sacrament meeting will be alerted and be watching for the late family to enter.

This last year though suddenly the building is always open. I haven't had to push the bell in months. We have so many missionaries ( between 8-12 always) that I guess the ward finally got smart and asked them to stand there and open it rather than making everyone feel so unwelcome. A doorbell is actually a really good idea for a meeting house. How many times have you stood outside the church banging on the door windows just hoping someone in the gym happens to come out and get a drink or use the restroom and spots you?

Here's a few more buffalo ward- isms I want to remember.

Routine Headlice checks. A couple weeks after coming into the ward the bishopric announced that it was headlice season and all of our children would be checked during primary and asked to leave if they were caught with bugs. All the primary teachers started wearing their hair in ponytails every Sunday and several families disappeared for a couple months.

We sing way louder here for the congregational hymns. I've been in some wards that you felt like you were singing a solo if you dared to raise your voice above a whisper. Here I can bellow to my soul's content and fit right in.

And I'll never forget one of the first benedictions of the Buffalo Ward given by Br. Stull, well known for not hiding his exuberance. He began, "At times like this we just want to say, "Whew, Lord! What a meeting!"

I've gotten used to lots of smells I have rarely been exposed to before in a church building. Smoke isn't the worst one, unfortunately. I heard once that if you don't smell cigarettes in the chapel you all need to be working a little hard to be a missionary.

Jeans here are just as common as skirts in the Relief Society room and the president better not think about preaching about it or she can expect someone to march out.

And have you ever had someone jump up and holler, "I am gonna slap you if you don't be quiet" at another sister during your home, family and personal enrichment class. I was the teacher and didn't even see it coming. Luckily she opted to storm out instead of carrying through on the threat.

And every good ward has a candy man. My ward had one when I was a kid. His name was Wally Demille. He always had a tic tac for me.

Br. Hudson in our ward is the candy man to beat all candy mans. He is not very young or healthy but every sunday he is there lugging around bags filled with wares to hand out after the meeting. It is not uncommon for Caroline to leave church - one fist crammed with candy while the other hand juggles a couple long pretzels, a bag of grapes, and a juice bottle.

But No ward is boring. Even in little old basin city where diversity doesn't really even exist I still remember laughing my head off over some of the stuff our bishop in Basin City let get announced during sacrament meeting.

One of my personal favorites was the announcement that all of our husbands weren't going to get kissed for the next month, because they would all be growing out their facial hair for the Pioneer Party Beard Contest.

Then another time I remember this. And it is a direct quote delivered 5 short minutes before the sacrament was administered. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not going to be just any old New Years Eve party. When you walk in here Saturday night, You are going to KNOW that there is a party going on!"

Man I miss that party ward. We really did know how to have a good time.

But I am sure that in a couple years I am going to miss doorbells, super singing, blue jeans on Sunday, the crying all the way home as we fight over our stash from the candy man, and even Br. Stull. . . . But definitely not the headlice.

If I missed anything worth mentioning can my fellow buffalonians please remind me?

thank heaven 4 little girls

Do you feel more grateful this time of year? I do.

Fall is the time to relax from a busy summer, and enjoy the natural beauties around you. So I am taking time to enjoy the season and Count my Blessings.

My girls are growing up :(

But that's okay because it just keeps getting better. When I think of the years ahead with these ladies I feel so lucky. Shopping trips, cooking thanksgiving dinner together, sharing clothes, lunch dates, running buddies, picking out 4 wedding dresses, ganging up on Brent. It just all sounds so fun and I feel so blessed to be a mother of these 4 that are becoming my best friends.

And Thank you Stephanie T for being our photographer last weekend.